Grapevines, Grief, and the Joy of Spring
For some time, the poetry within grief has been the only poetry my mind could conceive. My sadness has been my nearest company—never too far out of reach, always sitting beside me in the passenger’s seat as I’ve journeyed through the last two years of living with a chronic illness.
However, in the last month, my g…
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